Explication

My water comes from the sky And flows deep in subterranean dark I fell through layers of stone with porous heart To use me To drink of me You must come with bucket leashed to hand Sit precipitously on my edge And keep it dry always against a slip When you hang over To let your string down where you dig the ground You cannot drink of me without sweat I cleanse you of salt impurites That you may know the clean And taste the fresh Flow of meanings on a dry brain I go deep To bring buriied things gushing out My pearls from my wounded mouth I am the last anomie Mounting a flag on your dream